Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.